A Flea In Bed

There are some folka fleas won't bite, but Alonzo Fleet, a married citizen oí Danvüle, Va. , has spent the greater part of hia life, after sundown, looking foi üeas. It is exceedingly annoying to Mrs. Fleet. Just as she gets the baby te sleep, and has folded her own hands ir olissful slumber, Fleet slips out of bed. feet foremost, aud bump he hits the loor, with a half-whiapered remark on bis lips: "The durned fleas." "Ton have wakened me again, Mr. Fleet ; I believe you are trying to wear me out. Here I had just got to sleep, and am now so nervous I shan't sleep any more this night. What in the world are you after ?" "Mary, there's a flea on me somewhere ; you know I can't sleep when there are fleas in bed," and Fleet struok a match. "I don't believe there's any flea here at all ; it's just a notion of your own ; you can't sleep yourself, and you won't let anybody else." "Pon my word, Mary, (Fleet approached wih the candle,) ha ! there he ?oes now ! Oh, the little devil ! Now I've ;ot him !" and Fleet grabbed the tail of lis shirt, setting the candle by the bed, while he wet the place so as to see the fleas and then stuck a needie through it, and sbowing it to his wife, said in some liumph, "You cali that a notion, my dear ? 7 cali that a flea." "Mr. ifleet, take that candle away !rom the baby's eyes,".cried out Mrs. Fleet just as the baby woke up, and the music commenced. " Til rock her, Mary," murmored Fleet. "You rock her ! No, sir, never ! I'll rock her, myself ; it's just what I'm f or ; I, Mary Thompson, married Alonzo Fleet to suffer for him, to drudge for him by day, and lose all sleep for hm by night. My life's no niuie than a flea to him. What cares he if I die ? Hootytooty, isn't Mr. Fleet young and strong, and handsome, and couldn't he soon get another wife ?" And Mrs. Fleet lifted up her voice and wept like a hard rain. Fleet put on his breeches and took a chew of tobáceo, and as he walked to ' 'spit out, " he said seriously, he wished every flea on earth was at the devil ; thathe wasn't long for this world, if Mary lived, and the fleas continued to hop around at night. Mrs. Fleet told a Danvüle friend next day that Mr. Fleet provoked her so hunting fleas at night, that she sometimes told him that she believed he was after wanting her to "Flee as a bird to Mount Zion." They laughed and told her she was always saying something funny. - ■